Glory to God who reigns above, That pitied us forlorn! We join to sing our Maker’s love, For there’s a Saviour born. 3. Hark! hark! what news the angels bring; Glad tidings of a new-born King! Born of a maid, a Virgin pure, Born without sin, from guilt secure. Hail, mighty Prince—eternal King! Let heaven and earth rejoice and sing; Angels and men with one accord Break forth in songs to praise the Lord. Behold! he comes and leaves the skies; Awake, ye slumbering mortals,—rise! Awake to joy, and hail the morn, The Saviour of the world is born. With endless love He comes to dwell On earth, to save mankind from hell; In chorus then, with joy and mirth, We’ll celebrate our Saviour’s birth. Echo shall waft the strains around, While list’ning angels hear the sound; And all the heavenly hosts above Shall join to sing redeeming love. 4. At Jacob’s well a stranger sought His drooping frame to cheer: Samaria’s daughters little thought That Jacob’s God was near. This had she known, her fainting mind For richer draughts had sighed; Nor had Messiah, ever kind, Those richer draughts denied. This ancient well—(no glass so true,)— Britannia’s image shows: Now Jesus travels Britain through, But who the Stranger knows? Yet Britain must this Stranger know, Or soon her loss deplore: Behold the living waters flow; Come, drink, and thirst no more. 5. Lift up your heads in joyful hope, Salute the happy morn: Each heavenly power Proclaims the glad hour; Lo! Jesus the Saviour is born. CHORUS. Then let us join the heavens above, Where hymning seraphs sing; Join all the glad powers, For their Lord is ours, Our Prophet, our Priest, and our King. Let joy abound, like rivers flow, Flow on and still increase! Spread o’er the glad earth, At Jesus’s birth, For heaven and earth are at peace! Then let us join, &c. All glory to God on high! To Him all praise is due; The promise is seal’d, The Saviour reveal’d, And that proves the record is true. Then let us join, &c. Now the good-will of heaven is shewn Towards Adam’s helpless race; Messiah is come, To ransom his own, And save them by Infinite grace. Then let us join, &c. 6. Awake up my glory, awake up my lute! On this happy morning how can I be mute? Come, mortals, assist me, your music all bring, To welcome the birth-day of Christ our King. Chorus.—Glory to God our King! Let men with angels sing, All glory to God, Hallelujah. Amen.